Since I have the mentality of a child, the wounds that hurt me horrifically are at the bottom of my heart
Since I have the mentality of a child, they are beyond my span of memorization
It was to become a demon that I saw the real demons called "human"
The comforting cruelty is a piece of candy that tastes like honey
It's the story of how I ended up being me
Go ahead, take a look
in the dark I'm counting on your fingers
Let me listen with attention... the breath of the insects begging
When you ask clinging like a puppet, loose a terrible to the other side
When you rinse the darkness, is a transitory world red
Let me listen with attention... the crows sing
The me that tangle up the strings like a puppet playing with feelings is completely alone
Being childish I take my knees between the arms
The sky that I admire on top of my eyes has a moon perfectly circular
It was to become a demon that I saw the real demons called "human"
The comforting cruelty is a piece of candy that tastes like honey
It's the story of how I ended up being me
Go ahead, take a look
I count the wounds of my heart
Let me listen with attention... my own voice begging
When I hold on like a puppet, I release a terrible to the other side
When you rinse the darkness, there is a dark world
Let me listen with attention... the innards of my heart crying
The Moon has smiled at me that tangle up the strings like a puppet playing with the feelings...